My name is Adam Eldiritch.

To anyone who comes across this will discover the many secrets of Eldiritch Asylum.

I wrote down everything that I possibly could about this asylum. I lost a lot of patients and even doctors.

I presume the doctors, nurses and patients have their own stories to tell. Stories hidden from the human eye, and yet to be uncovered. However, my story is meant for the eyes of many. People did to see the mistakes I made, the warnings I ignored by building this asylum.

I wanted Eldiritch Asylum to be a haven, a home to welcome the sick in need. I wanted to cure them all. I discovered one thing, and that is not every patient can or wants to be cured. Some are simply sick due to their twisted, and forbidden desires.

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I advise you, for your own sake to get out of this asylum while you can. It will change you into one of them, causing you to rot away.

This place that carries my name is no place at all. It’s a living creature, hideous and craving for flesh. Those that enter into its mouth, are swallowed whole. If any escape, they never seem the same by the curse that latches on to them like a leech.

I apologize to you all for what I did, this was my doing. I didn’t mean to cause this harm upon anyone, I wanted to cure a world of the misunderstanding. Instead, they changed me from a man of hope, and seeking for a brighter future. They changed the man into one of them, the sick is what we would call them.

When I finish this journal, I will have everything to say. Either my heart will give itself up, or someone will come and take my life away. For now I am safe, locked in my office where I do not eat, nor do I sleep. I do not find rest until I am done, done writing my story of this place.

This is my name, this is my curse, and soon this will be my end.

This is Eldiritch Asylum.